“Whatever you want. You just tell me what you’re craving.” I already know full well what she’s going to ask for. It’s the same craving she had before she was ever pregnant, during Corbyn’s pregnancy, and now during Zander’s.
“Chicken quesadillas, chips and salsa, and virgin margaritas. I think after this little one comes, and I’m done nursing, we may take a year off from expanding on our ever-growing family. I do miss our margarita nights and floating in the pool.” She practically whimpers at that idea.
“We can do that. You want me to take Corbyn with me? Give you a few minutes to rest? And Angel?”
“Yes?” she replies.
“I love you pregnant, and I love having Corbyn around as much as I know I’ll love having Zander here too, but if you need to take a break, we’ll do that. If you’re good with a family of four, I’m fine with that too,” I state.
“Hmm, I think I’d like to try for one more, maybe, I don’t know. A girl?” she exasperates with a puff of air.
“Whatever you want, angel. Whatever you want. Corbyn, you need to get some clothes on if you want to go on a ride with me,” I tell him as Giana wipes his hands and face. I pick him up from his high chair, and he toddles headfirst to the pile of clean clothes on the dining room table.
“I’ll help him find clothes. He needs a diaper though. I don’t care how much he says he’s a big boy. That boy will pee and think nothing of it.” She rolls her eyes. Secretly, she doesn’t care though. Well, unless it comes to cleaning it all up.
He comes back in a few minutes with a diaper, clothes, and shoes on.
“I would have done that, so you didn’t have to bend down.”
“It’s no big deal, plus while you’re gone, I’m going to tackle the laundry. You already help so much. I don’t even have to ask for help. We make the perfect team, you and I.”
“Hell yes, we do. We’ll be back. Call and order it, so it’s ready for us to pick up.”
“Sounds good. I love you. Love you, Corbyn.”
“I love you, angel.” I kiss her while Corbyn holds my hand. “Be back soon.”
“Lob you, ma-ma.”
“Come on, buddy, we need to get some food and have some guy time,” I tell him as we leave.
“Yeah, big boy,” he states proudly. He’s a handful, but he’s our handful.
Epilogue
Giana
FOUR YEARS LATER
“Harder,” I moan. My back is slick with sweat. Drake’s chest is against my skin, and he has two fingers buried inside my center.
“You like my dick in your ass, don’t you, angel,” he coos in my ear. All three boys are away for a sleepover, and it’s been a night of heated desire.
“Yes, it feels so good.” This started out in the pool, both of us naked, drinking margaritas. Well, I was drinking margaritas. Drake was sipping on his bourbon. The amount of foreplay we had outside, it was the best we’ve had in ages. Both of us get caught in the hustle of everyday life. It’s why we implemented date night once a month where the boys spend the night at either Drake’s parents or mine, giving Drake and me the time we need to reconnect, get tipsy drunk, and fuck like rabbits before making slow passionate love in the morning.
“I can feel your cunt clenching on my fingers, your ass getting tighter and tighter. My dirty fucking angel.” His mouth is just as dirty as it always has been, and it always sets me off.
“Drake,” I purr. When he bites on my neck, that’s all it takes, and I’m coming so hard my body gives out beneath him. Drake doesn’t stop fucking my ass though. If anything, it makes him go at me harder, and he’s not wrong—I do love it when he takes me like this.
“Fuck yeah, angel,” he grunts before he comes deep inside me.
He’s still inside me when he rolls to his side, gathering me with him so he’s spooning me.
“I swear it gets better every time, or it’s the margaritas,” I drowsily say.
“Woman, you know damn well it’s our bodies, not the alcohol,” he grunts.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I still like to rile you up though.” I smile.
“Did I wear my woman out?” he questions. If I weren’t so tired, I’d roll around and throw some attitude his way. The kids left at five this afternoon. It’s well after midnight, and he has literally wrung me dry, as in I quit counting after the three orgasms he gave me in the pool and what happened up here.
“You have no idea. I swear to all that is holy if you wake me up before eight o’clock in the morning, I’ll be…uh, I have no idea. I’ll just be.”